Page 99 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“Fuck off, Holmer.”

We raced back and forth from one end of the pool to the other. Pip had said he could do ten laps faster than I could, and of course I had to call bullshit. Winner got to top, so I wouldn’t have cared whether I won or lost except that somebody had to put the arrogant windbag in his place, and that somebody was me.

Being hockey players, we put everything we had into it, and being defensemen, we used all our skills to get in each other’s way. When we crawled out of the pool, I was exhausted, and Pip was grinning like he’d just won the Stanley Cup. Oh shit—he had, only a couple of weeks earlier.

We collapsed into chaises, and I looked him over while I caught my breath. I was glad our rule was no clothes in the pool because it was always such a shame to cover Pip up with anything.

He laughed. “I guess that shows you who’s full of shit. Spread your legs, big guy, so I can get you ready.”

“Eat shit. I’d have won if you hadn’t cheated.”

He scoffed. “I didn’t fucking cheat.”

“Get over yourself. You cheated so many times, I can’t even remember them all.”

“You cheated too. Grabbing my dick was a dick move.”

I shouldn’t have laughed because it only encouraged his lame plays on words, but I did. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Might’ve worked if we’d been closer to the end.”

We were quiet as the sun baked down, drying our bodies and making me sleepy.

“Your leg okay? I didn’t mean to bump into it.”

I looked over and met his eyes. “It’s fine. I won’t break when you manhandle me.”

“Which you’d like me to do right now, wouldn’t you?”

“That goes without saying, but I have a question first.”

He came over to sit on the edge of my chaise. “Ask away.”

The light trace of his finger down my cock made me moan. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll forget it.”

Drawing his hand away, he smirked. “All done… for now.”

“I’m so proud of you for winning that game. My God, you undressed two of the league’s best blueliners and sneaked one through Kalashnik’s five-hole.”

He smirked. “Is there a question in there? Because I have something I want to put inyourfive-hole.”

My cheeks burned. No one but Pip had ever turned me on by being a smartass. I guess it was our love language. “You have two weeks off before the next round of festivities,” I said, “so I want to take you somewhere. We’ll go anywhere you’d like, so where will it be?”

“You don’t have to take me anyplace.” He traced his finger down my cock again, which rose to the attention. “Especially when I’m ready to take you to heaven.”

I tried to clamp my lips together but laughed anyway. “Full of yourself much? I know I don’t have to take you on a trip, but Iwantto. I insist, so name the place. We’ll leave on Sunday.”

He made a big show of thinking about it before finally saying Sweden. “It’ll be cooler there, and I want to see the place that produced a piece of work like you.”

It was my turn to smirk. “I thought you liked my pieces.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go to Sweden. There, decided. Now, do you want to get fucked out here or in the house?”

“Bedroom.” We got out of the chaise, and after a kiss, I wrapped my hand around his cock. “Follow me, Gagné.”

I started walking, and unsurprisingly, he stayed right by my side.

“Leading me around by the dick,” he grumbled. “What’s next?”

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